*First perspective, the full text has been completed
Someone I have known since I was fifteen, been together for seven years, and have been married to for two years now.
At this moment, we are lying in our home with a strange girl.
They slept in the bedroom that I had decorated myself. Under the two of them were the sheets I had just changed when I left home this morning, and the girl was covered with the blanket he gave me in the first year of marriage.
That night, I slept in a hotel about five hundred meters downstairs, running a high fever and having nightmares from which I couldn't wake up.
I really can't figure it out.
Why did that seventeen-year-old boy who would take me to see the sea on the last day of study and smile at me cheat on him when he was twenty-seven?
I won't forgive him.
Intention: Sincerity changes rapidly.
